Wednesday, September 19, 2012

the rare one

There exist those rare ones who touch your imagination in a profound
way. Yes, I said "in a profound way." But not just because
that phrase "in a profound way" slides off the tongue so
smoothly and pleasantly. I'm talking about how you can gather in an
impression that permanently alters your being in space and time.

To think of spending 24 hours with such a one -- from noon to noon.
No film could capture the effect. A poem might yield aspects and
faint textures. A dream comes closer, because a dream is an unhinged
thing -- the opening opens and the unexpected blooms so strangely.

From noon to noon, a gathering of enhanced moments. A permanent
reorientation to world surely would occur. There exist those rare
ones who probably don't even know they are latent centers from which
new dimensions and modes of consciousness can open for another.

Human relationships are such a mystery. Some are profound. As if the
aura of an intimation of a mood of a ghost has found its haunting way
into an astounded soul. I'm not sure the universe is large enough to
contain all the layers of poetic subtlety.